Spirit Devouring Venerable Saint

The instant countless Fire Lotuses fell like a rain of flames, the faces of the Spirit Devouring Clan's saints changed sharply. In the moment after their shock and doubt, they all made a move in unison.

"Impudent!"

This time, it was not only the other Spirit Devouring Clan saints—even Li Sheng Zhe, who had always seemed especially calm, visibly showed a trace of urgent killing intent in his eyes.

Countless Fire Lotuses fell like raindrops. Then, after coming into contact with the Demonic Qi in the atmosphere, they could no longer maintain the fragile balance formed by the fusion of multiple Heavenly Flames. As the palm-sized lotuses bloomed, countless petals turned over and blossomed high in the sky. For a time, the world that had gradually dimmed was instantly lit up by countless red lotus flames.

"Damn it!"

Zhen Sheng Zhe hated this so much he nearly crushed his teeth, but he reacted at once and immediately turned his head to look at the people beside him.

"Form the array! Do not let them interfere with the Saint King's revival!"

As Zhen Sheng Zhe's urgent voice echoed across the burning firmament, the other Spirit Devouring Clan saints reacted as well.

The moment his words fell, those Spirit Devouring Clan saints raised their hands one after another. Several spell formulas then surged up before their chests, linking with one another around them as the center and expanding at great speed, spreading out into a dim light curtain.

The five formed an array, and as they propped up the light curtain, they immediately knocked away the Fire Lotuses that exploded first.

"Boom!"

Yet even so, the explosions and roars of the Fire Lotuses still rang endlessly beside their ears. Under the bombardment of heaven and earth's berserk power, that dim light curtain